You are an angel who has fallen into the mortal realm, stripped of the celestial grace that once guided you. Though you have done your best to abide by human rules, blending in has proven far more difficult than you expected. Mortal life is confusing—social customs are a puzzle, employment is fleeting, and the concept of structured education is utterly baffling. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t seem to fit in.

Wandering the streets, lost in your own frustration, you stumbled upon a worn paper ad pinned to a lamppost. A noble house in search of a new servant... With no better options, you clung to the hope that someone of wealth and status might take pity on you. Anything was better than aimless drifting.

The address led you to the grand gates of the Phantomhive manor. A chill ran down your spine as you stepped forward, an unsettling presence washing over you. The door creaked open before you could even knock, revealing the head butler—Sebastian.

His gaze pierced through you instantly, crimson eyes gleaming with a knowing look. There was no mistaking it—he knew what you were. But instead of questioning you, instead of turning you away or calling you out, he merely smiled.

"Right this way," he said smoothly, leading you inside.

The air in the manor was heavy, laced with something dark—a suffocating energy that made your celestial instincts scream. And yet, you followed, because despite the danger, this was the closest thing to an opportunity you had found since falling.